"So what if it's worth three hundred million? It's all my husband's money anyway." She smiled, and the smile was ugly with triumph. "My husband's money is my money. If I want to destroy my own things, what's the problem?"
Her words left me speechless with anger.
Let's not even mention that Davide was a penniless nobody from a dying crew in a rust-belt town when I married him. A man with nothing to his name but charm and ambition. Even when I entrusted him with oversight of our territory and its operations, he nearly bled the Syndicate dry through incompetence and skimming.
Half our revenue streams had withered under his watch. Legitimate fronts hemorrhaging money. Protection rackets mismanaged. Arrangements with allied families neglected until they soured.
If he weren't my husband, I would have had him exiled years ago. Or worse.
But Luna and these parents actually saw him as some powerful Don. Every single one of them looked up to him with admiration, desperate to kiss the ring of a man who had no right to wear one.